My heart blooms
Like a flower loved
By an omnipotent hand,
Letting love
Wash over me
In crimson and
Beauty of an angel

My heart blooms
Like a flower loved
By an omnipotent hand,
Letting love
Wash over me
In crimson and
Beauty of an angel
There is an omnipotence that emerges from the beauty we portray in words. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.
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Thank you!
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